A Wish to Grab Happiness

Virgin Mattia, deep in her brain, had troubles close to pain.

Anyway, I can be so sure that it is not something that can be treated in my own hands or in the hands of a doctor.

"... Kalia. Please, can you stop imitating the way you run away at night?"

Because the seed that creates the pain is born out of the person in front of it. Before Mattia sighed, she opened her mouth as she rocked her silver hair.

Why?

"I'm the only one who can strangle this, no matter when or what time it is. If so, everything will be on my own no matter how I think and act"

The silver light emitted from your eyes shines brilliantly indoors at night.

It was more telling of rap than words that words today were not emanated by lies or momentum on the spot. The smooth silver hair that divides into two rooms all stand upside down, like a lion who still barks and flies to his prey.

"And his right to strangle, too, is mine. I think I've waited long enough for you in this hall."

For a moment, Mattia's eyelids move and her eyes narrow. That, indeed, is nothing short of fact. Because it is no longer the first time we have repeated the question in this way. No, it's more of a hassle to count.

But even so, we can't be in danger here and now. Mattia had to move her tired mouth and convince Karia.

It is not false that once the elves and crests of Gaza made alliances.

The crests paid tribute to the elves who lived forever and built up wisdom. The elves welcomed those who go out with themselves with respect, not prejudice or desire.

More importantly, the elves and the people were deeply hand in hand in one respect, not stopping their quest for ancient times.

Of course, that's the old past.

Now that Finn has taken over and taken over hands with the Catholic Church, it's an old, old time thing. The majority of the elves no longer do what they once did to look back.

Therefore he that hath yet honored his wisdom with the crests was called so, even the old among the elves.

Now the Virgin Mattia is hidden in one of the halls that those so called have.

"Now, we should wait for the hour. If there are more soldiers here than Garrist, he will not be killed until then. It's pointless to confront a country called Gaza without any conspiracy."

"I see, I understand what you're saying. But that's the idea of the weak"

In unintentional ways, Kalia embarks on herself, and the long sword at her waist, shakes. Are the emotions put on your eyes, anger or arrogance?

Mattia didn't think, she poured her spit down her throat.

I wonder what that means. She, a human being named Karia, did have a side that weighed somewhere on her own power. But it never grew to this point and gave me a glimpse of arrogance. At least when Rugis was there.

The pain in your head is worse. I wonder if the seeds are sprouting and scattering the interior. Such an idiotic thought crossed Mattia's brain.

"Mostly, if you're worried, you're more of a magician than I am."

That said, Kalia sees the aisle leading to the entrance.

I pointed my eyes in the same direction so that Mattia could follow me, and accidentally suppressed my forehead. To relieve the pain at all.

I was also in the mood to say that it was an indisputable source of concern, as was Kalia.

Fiarat La Borgograd. Like Kalia, she doesn't try to pop herself out. But I'm waiting at the front door. Maybe he's coming.

I am tired and unnecessarily worn out because I am waiting in front of the front door without going back to my room.

In fact, there was a stunning neighborhood under her eyes. Then I may not even be asleep in Loc. She waits as long as she's faithful to me.

For once, I told him to stop. If that's the case, then you should stay in full condition when you help him.

But I thought I finally opened my mouth there.

"But as soon as you turn your back on the door, Rugis might come back."

And that's all I said and headed for the door again.

As if the wisdom I've seen before or the flash of my head has disappeared somewhere, that figure that just keeps waiting for him jumps over the anomaly and no longer even remembers fear.

Kalia, who doesn't know when or when she'll pop up, and a fia alert that could fall. These two names become a source of concern, and it hurts to bump into each other in Mattia's brain.

"Whatever, just a while longer, please wait. Elves and not a single rock. They're turning their hands to scrape off that rock formation at all right now. If you move badly now, you'll turn your hand around his neck."

Every now and then, that's the word. Until now, this has pulled me off, but I don't know if this will give Karia up anymore.

Now, Mattia couldn't have expected it to be this far. Indeed, to Kalia, Fialert, I was aware that the two of them were holding something more than some kind of intimacy to Rugis.

But if this rough seemed as soon as he was lost, it would be very, but I can't keep my eyes open.

Thanks to you, Mattia also suffered from a lack of sleep here for several days. Of course, I wasn't just worried about these two. It is also true that he was running around with his collaborators in the elves, risking his own future life and the survival of the crest religion.

As such, there is no difference between Kalia and Fialert in making the crest religion survival an indisputably difficult force to let go of. It can even be said to be a necessity for avant-garde and rear-guard power.

Rather, Mattia, as an individual, the two wanted to put themselves in Galuamaria. But now that I think about it, I was right and wrong to bring him here.

Either way, we can't lose them here and now. To do this, we must recapture the chain, Rugis. The choices you can take naturally narrow down.

Oh, I'm really pissed. Mattia unwittingly distorted her eyelids and narrowed her eyes.

The man, Rugis, what the hell is he going to do when he returns, keeping his ordeal to himself? I'm sorry, is that an apology? Thank you. Thank you.

No, I'm sure you won't say anything. Hi, I'm a man who doesn't care. Mattia could have easily imagined how it would look.

Yes, you can tell Karia something and forgive her. Tell Fialert something and he'll cheer you up. But I'm sure I don't have that word. No, I don't.

Mattia returned to me and sighed heavily. What the hell am I messing with? Only reason and wisdom will judge everything. It doesn't seem to be emotionally disturbed.

Again, as he was clamping Kalia's back trying to leave the room in a silver hue, he made a loud noise and the doorway sounded a knock.

Big at first, like that, then small twice.

That must have been the visit of our collaborator, the Elf.

"Holy Virgin, I have good news. The tower has moved. The time has come for the rock to crack."

Six eyes were opened to a small voice that was low and echoed from the bottom of the blood.